Aizawa groaned when he woke up from his sleep, someone was repeatedly ringing his doorbell- at 3 in the morning, so annoying. Aizawa barely gets enough sleep as it is and people still finds ways to disturb him. He sighed as he got up to open the door.

"Who is it-"

"Sensei. Let me crash in your place for a bit." Aizawa found himself alarmed at the stench and well- sight of blood on Dabi, he sighs.

"Alright, get on the couch, I'm cleaning you up." He murmured, leaving Dabi to fend for himself to go look for his first aid kit, Dabi closes the door on his way in, taking off his shoes and sitting by the couch. Aizawa gets back to him and hands him a wet towel.

"Here, clean yourself."

"But you said you're cleaning me up?" Shit, he did say that, he sighed as he started patting the blood away from his skin, he wasn't sure if he should press down to clean as Dabi had . . . Skin grafts. He stilled when he grabbed his wrist and made his hand press down on his skin, "I can't feel it. It's fine, you can press down as hard as you want."

"Alright but let go of my wrist."

"Fair."

"Also clean under your clothes yourself."

"Also fair. Are you sure you don't want to see?"

"Yes."

Dabi seemed disappointed, "Does my skin disturb you?"

"Dabi. I don't want to see anyone without their shirts and pants on, you're not special."

"Ouch, but I guess that's to be expected." He sighed, letting himself slump against the couch.

"Coffee?"

"I want it sweet."

"Alright." Aizawa sighs, leaving him with the wet towel before disappearing into the kitchen, Dabi makes no move to clean himself and just puts the wet fabric on the table, closing his eyes and dozing off. Aizawa comes back with the coffee when he saw Dabi snoozing off. He rolls his eyes, placing their cups by the table, he goes back to his room to grab a blanket.

He carefully drapes the blanket on Dabi and was about to slip a pillow underneath his head- it was enough to wake Dabi up apparently and the man opens up his eyes to stare back up at him.

"Hey sensei, you tucking me to bed?"

"I'm tucking you to the couch."

"Not gonna ask how I got blood on myself?"

"How did you get blood on yourself?"

"Some punks were annoying me so I beat them up."

"Yeah right." Aizawa huffed, didn't seem like he believed that.

"Alright you got me, skin grafts were bleeding." He murmured, "hurts."

"Do you have any kind of pain meds?"

"Had enough that my body's started rejecting them. And I kinda like it."

"Whatever makes you happy." He sighs, Dabi notices the cups of coffee and takes one for himself, sipping it, his face twists into grimace.

"Sensei, I said I wanted it sweet."

"Your fault for grabbing my cup." Aizawa took the cup from his hands and sat beside him, Dabi stared at him for a moment before he took the other cup of coffee and drank that instead, licking his lips at the sweet taste.

"You know, you never really told me your name." Dabi says, drinking his coffee, "been wondering about it for awhile now."

"Just keep calling me sensei."

"But I gave you my name."

"Everyone with two brain cells can figure out that that's just an alias." He murmured, "if you want to me to give up my name you'll have to give me yours."

"Awfully receptive, aren't you?" He replied, sounding somewhat pleased, "take a guess, sensei."

"Hm..." Aizawa glanced at him, taking in his features "....I'm not very good at guessing."

"I want to hear what you have to say, sensei." Was it just Aizawa's imagination or did he scoot closer?

"Daichi."

"Yeah? Why Daichi?"

"You're tall and you're a smart student."

"Is that so...?" Aizawa definitely wasn't imagining it, he tried to back away before remembering they're on the same couch and what's behind is just- well. Couch, "what else do you have to say about me.... sensei?" Aizawa hid his face behind his mug as Dabi leaned closer, his expression a blank slate, what's he doing, getting this close to him?

He only pulled away when someone started knocking on the door and ringing the doorbell. Dabi pulled away and Aizawa got up to answer it, it should be.... around 4 in the morning right now. Who's knocking at 4 in the morning?

"EraserHead. Good morning, have you had breakfast yet?" Tomura asks, holding up a plastic of groceries, Aizawa rose a brow.

"Good morning, why are you here?"

"To have breakfast. You can have some."

"Alright-"

"Sensei, what's taking you so long? Just tell them to go away-"

The moment Dabi came to check the person, there was this... sudden, weird, odd tension in the air.

"Dabi, why are you only wearing that towel? It's dirty, if you wanted a change of clothes you could've just told me." Aizawa gruffs, "you're lucky it's just Tomura, if it was anyone else they might misunderstand. Be careful next time. I'm getting you clothes. Tomura, you can come in." Aizawa patted Tomura's head before he left into his room to presumably, get clothes for Dabi.

.........

"What are you doing here?" Tomura growled.

"You told me I can do whatever I want."

"As long as it doesn't disturb my plans."

"Well. You never told me what they were in the first place."

"How do you know him?" Tomura asked, he sounded annoyed, extremely so.

"He's my tutor. If you have a problem with that, it's you who told me I have to study anyways."

"You little fuck, out of everyone why him?" Dabi shrugged.

"Can you tell me his name?"

"No." Tomura marches in, closing the door behind him. He keeps his shoes on because he couldn't be bothered and he's a disrespectful little shit, he disappears in the kitchen and boils some water for presumably, the cup noodles in his grocery bag.

"I'm back." Aizawa says, returning back with clothes, "I only have black, hope that's fine?"

"It's fine." Dabi says, dropping his towel- he was wearing underwear underneath, he's not that shameless. He quickly wore them, seemingly displeased when it was big on him for like a centimeter, for once displeased with his height despite not being far off from Aizawa's.

"Come eat cup noodles with me." Tomura says, tugging on his shirt, Aizawa's face softened for a bit, before he pat his head.

"It's all yours. You shouldn't give off food when you're as thin as sticks."

"I can't finish it all by myself."

"I'll eat what you can't eat. Does that sound good?"

"Hey if there's extra let me have some too." Dabi pipes up from behind, Tomura glares at him before he huffed, turning away and ignoring him, "heh."

"Atleast come sit with me then. It feels better to eat with someone else."

"I'll sit with you-"

"Dabi." Aizawa scowls with a cold tone, before his face goes blank once more, "I'll sit with you, Tomura. You can sit with us if you want, Dabi."

....

They sit together at the table. Aizawa doesn't eat often, nor does he have guests over frequently. Aizawa and Dabi watched Tomura slurped his noodles loudly, he eats a lot before taking a sip of his coke.

"You eat well." Aizawa comments, he seemed pleased by the revelation.

"I do. I'm hungry."

"Well keep eating then." Aizawa has a fond look on his face, if it can be compared to anything, it'll be compared to a father looking at his young son stuff a lot of food in his mouth.

"...Hey. Skip your work today. Go visit us at the bar." Tomura said, looking up to meet his eyes, Aizawa rose a brow.

"I can't do that."

"Yes you can. Sushi misses you."

Damnit.

"....I'll see what I can do, but just this day, alright? After that I'm not skipping anymore work." He sighed, taking out his phone to tell Nezu that he's taking the day off.

Tomura smirked

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"Wha- Shota's taking a day off?!" Mic practically screamed from shock. In all the years he's spend with Aizawa, never had the man once taken a day off either in patrolling or in teaching.

"Yes! He said he had two unexpected guests he had to take care of for the day. I wonder who has caught Aizawa-san's attention? They must be pretty special to have him use one of his day offs!" Nezu laughed, "although it's a bit regrettable that it's on the start of classes- well. That sure makes them even more special don't they?"

"Why didn't he tell me?!" Mic whined into his hands, "he never gets a day off for me!"

"To be fair, have you ever asked him to skip work for you?" Midnight asked, Hizashi shook his head, "well there's your answer. Aizawa's really strict with himself but he's pretty lenient to others~ if it's for a valid reason he'll do it~ he skipped patrol for me once when I kept whining to him about stomachache, he dropped by my apartment with a bunch of medicine and fruits at 3 in the morning, it's really sweet!" The raven haired girl laughed.

".... would he do the same for me?"

"Oh come on you've seen how sweet he is with Yagi when he barely knew him, what more to you? The best friend?"

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah I'm sure."

"...." Mic took out his phone and dialed Aizawa's number.

'...Hizashi.'

'Shotaa! Why didn't you tell me you weren't coming today?! I finally got rid of my workload and I wanted to come water the plants later with you! You should've told me you weren't coming, my hopes were all up!'

There was some coughing from another line, followed with a deep, hearty chuckle.

'Sorry, I got caught up with something. Eitherway.... it's your fault for not finishing your work sooner. We can do it tomorrow.'

'I don't want tomorrow, I want today!'

'....Alright.' Aizawa sighed, 'what can I do to make it up to you?'

'Buy me fried chicken on Saturday.'

'Okay.'

'Like, let's go out to eat.'

'Okay.'

'You're fine with it?!'

'Do you want me not to be fine with it?'

'No....?'

'Then stop complaining. I'll meet you at your apartment. I have something to do right now, bye.'

'Bye!'

Beep beep.

"Heh, I got a date with destiny on saturday!"

"Don't you mean Shota?"

"He's my-"

"Nevermind I don't want to hear it-"

Their conversation was cut short when the alarms started to blare.